A/N: Sorry I'm too drained to write anymore.
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They stumble on fallen keys and trip over lampstands in the darkness of the room, their hands searching for a piece of each other to hold on to in their stormy sea of wanton.
—And like shipwrecks, they drown.
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"Kudo-kun—" His lips find purchase in the crock of her neck, pressing lightly as they place a line of hot, smothering kisses along her throat. Startled, Shiho chokes back a cry. And it's awfully distracting, but she can't afford to succumb into the sweet diversion of his intoxicating kisses. She has to make sure this is not just the effect of alcohol messing with his mind. A bit breathless, she manages to whisper into his ear, "Will you regret this?"
He pulls out to look at her, brows knitted together in concern. He will. She knows he will. And because of that, she'll regret it too.
"What— why would I?"
Because I'm not her, she wants to say. Because you don't love me.
"You're drunk." She says instead.
He doesn't hesitate or back off in shame and remorse as she would expect him to. He doesn't even argue back. Instead, he brushes a lock of strawberry blonde hair falling from her face, his fingers softly grazing over her temple. His hand cups her cheek and she lets herself indulge in his warmth as she tells herself it's just for a second —just one more second.
And it'll be over. And she'll let him go.
Shinichi's thumb brush tenderly on her flushed skin and, adoring eyes taking in her every feature, lets the smallest chuckle out of his lips.
"I'm drunk on you." He breathes, inching his face so close that their lips almost meet. His forehead touches against hers, gaze low and fingers caressing the back of her nape. And she holds to the back of his shoulders for dear life, because she honestly doesn't know how long her treacherous knees will keep her standing. With his breath raising goosebumps on her skin and the sweet, gentle grazing of his lips against hers in that barely-kiss, she suspects it won't be long until she falls apart. But the hand on the small of her back is firm and refuses to let her go, and she's soon running out of reasons to. "Would you regret me?"
How could she?
Her lips part and, closing the distance between them, she launches herself into his arms, his lips, his heart. She buries her inhibitions with every kiss, and lets him strip her of her fears with every touch of his fingers. One by one, he sheds her hesitation away.
—Until they find love stark naked.
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A/N: this was supposed to be a full smut piece but since we have already established that i suck at writing smut then let's just leave it at vague sex ¯\_(ツ)_/¯